For teacher appreciation I received some gift cards; one to the movies, and one to Cafe Rio. Well tonight we decided to use them.
Since Brandon has the Z running we drove that. He was telling me that he was surprised the fuel gauge was still on full and that it would probably drop down quickly to empty. Well, after dinner (which was delicious) we were headed out the movie. As the light turned green we started to turn into the intersection, then the car died! We were blocking traffic and people weren't all that happy with us, but there was nothing to do.
Brandon got out to push the car, and three very nice men came to help. Once the car was out of traffic Brandon tried to figure out what was wrong. I said it was out of gas, which he replied to with a very firm NO! I told him that we could walk into Wal-Mart since it was right there, get a gas tank, walk to a gas station, and see if that really was the problem. He agreed.
Silly man! I was right the whole time. The car was out of gas. We missed the movie since we were cutting it close anyways. After everything was all settled we would have been an hour late to the theater. We went and got crepes for dessert, then headed home. On the way we stopped by the high school so I could have a driving lesson. I didn't do that great, but that's fine right? Stick is hard!
Well, that is all. It was a good night, very adventurous to say the least. I love hanging out with this man even when things don't work out, he always tries to make things great!
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Patience
If you ever need some patience, tell your spouse to have one of the cars out of service for 8 weeks! That's right, 8!
I am not joking. This project of rebuilding the engine on the 240Z took forever. Things just kept going wrong. It seemed like every time we were just about done something would happen that would set us back a week or two. We rented an engine hoist three different times and only used it the last time. I think that we have spent enough money on renting that we could have bought one for ourselves.
It took all my patience to not get mad at Brandon. However, by the end my patience was done. I wasn't up for taking any more set backs. I made sure Brandon knew I was frustrated, but I did it the nicest way I could.
This past weekend Brandon's parents were wonderful enough to come out to visit. His dad helped him all day on Saturday work on the car, and by 6:20 it was running. It was even his parent's anniversary and they spent the whole day with us, and even went to dinner with us. Thank you for coming and helping! If it wasn't for them coming it wouldn't be running.
I am not joking. This project of rebuilding the engine on the 240Z took forever. Things just kept going wrong. It seemed like every time we were just about done something would happen that would set us back a week or two. We rented an engine hoist three different times and only used it the last time. I think that we have spent enough money on renting that we could have bought one for ourselves.
It took all my patience to not get mad at Brandon. However, by the end my patience was done. I wasn't up for taking any more set backs. I made sure Brandon knew I was frustrated, but I did it the nicest way I could.
This past weekend Brandon's parents were wonderful enough to come out to visit. His dad helped him all day on Saturday work on the car, and by 6:20 it was running. It was even his parent's anniversary and they spent the whole day with us, and even went to dinner with us. Thank you for coming and helping! If it wasn't for them coming it wouldn't be running.
Babysitters
Brandon and I have been talking recently about how you worry about your child when you are leaving them with a new babysitter. However, when we first started need some sitters everyday this year we weren't worried at all. We had the best sitters that we could ask for.
We are switching to help out a good friend but I will miss these wonderful sitters. They have loved Austin. Due to them, we have a very social little boy. He loves to be around people and isn't afraid of meeting new people. He learned to do a "somersault," fake sneeze, climb down the stairs, dance, kick a ball, and so many other things from them.
He loved both sitter's houses. There were kids at both houses that he could play with and that would entertain him. I never had to worry that he was just watching T.V. all day with them.
One of the sitters was in our ward which was nice because Brandon could drop him off a few mornings a week. They would have some Daddy/son bonding time in the mornings before they would leave. I would come home and find things strewn around the house but that meant they had fun.
The other sitter was right by my school. If something happened, he was just 3 minutes away. It was fun to see him at school when she had to come to bring something for her kids. She even kept him late on the parent teacher conference nights. He missed them went they went to Brazil for two weeks, but that didn't stop him from grabbing his breakfast, like normal, as soon as he got back to their house.
I know that I can never thank these families enough, and I know that they will be terribly missed. I am so grateful for their wonderful service that they have performed for us.
We are switching to help out a good friend but I will miss these wonderful sitters. They have loved Austin. Due to them, we have a very social little boy. He loves to be around people and isn't afraid of meeting new people. He learned to do a "somersault," fake sneeze, climb down the stairs, dance, kick a ball, and so many other things from them.
He loved both sitter's houses. There were kids at both houses that he could play with and that would entertain him. I never had to worry that he was just watching T.V. all day with them.
One of the sitters was in our ward which was nice because Brandon could drop him off a few mornings a week. They would have some Daddy/son bonding time in the mornings before they would leave. I would come home and find things strewn around the house but that meant they had fun.
The other sitter was right by my school. If something happened, he was just 3 minutes away. It was fun to see him at school when she had to come to bring something for her kids. She even kept him late on the parent teacher conference nights. He missed them went they went to Brazil for two weeks, but that didn't stop him from grabbing his breakfast, like normal, as soon as he got back to their house.
I know that I can never thank these families enough, and I know that they will be terribly missed. I am so grateful for their wonderful service that they have performed for us.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Rant
So, just to warn you, this is a rant. Feel free to skip this one if you want but I am just annoyed.
I hate my neighbors! They aren't nice to us and just end up flipping out before talking to us. In my mind you should talk to your neighbors nicely about the things they are doing that are upsetting you, but not ours. Now, the way that our town homes work all the garages face in towards each other so there is I guess you could call it a common driveway.
About 4 months after we moved in Brandon had some ROTC guys over building bookshelves for a few of the teachers at my school. It was probably about 9 pm when all of the sudden our neighbor comes out yelling at them. She is mad that they have been painting on the driveway area and that they are talking, "being too loud" as she put it. Brandon tried to explain what they were doing but she wanted nothing to do with it and said if they didn't stop she would call the cops. Well, sorry lady but unless it is after 10 pm the cops can't do anything.
Then, the same lady just about 1 month ago called the cops on us. Brandon had changed the oil in the garage the night before, then when he was dumping it into the containers to get rid of it he spilled a little, like maybe 1 quart, if that. He tried to clean it up but it was dark out and couldn't see if he had gotten all of it. In the morning when he left for work it was still dark so he couldn't tell if there was anything left. Now, I know that he should have put some stuff down just in case but it was late and he was running late and didn't have time to get to the store. I realized that I had the garage opener from his car so I opened the garage up around the time he would get home. 10 minutes later there is a knock at my door. It wasn't my front door though, it was the garage door. I open it, not sure what I am going to find, and there is a fireman at my door. He tells me that there is oil on the ground and asked if I knew anything about it. I had no idea. I told him the truth and said that Brandon had changed the oil in the garage the night before and that was all I knew. Seriously, there were like 5 firemen, 3 Eagle Mountain city trucks, a Hazmat team, and a sheriff all there about this oil. Sure it looked like a lot, but people had been driving on it and spreading it all day. I was home because Austin had the chicken pox so I had no idea. Why in the world didn't this stupid lady come knock on our door and ask me about it?
Well, I had to go to the school and get some of my lesson plans done since Austin was sick and I was stopped in the garage area. The sheriff took my name and date of birth and then asked if my husband was home, which he was. As I am pulling out that lady comes out and says, "Do you need my statement? I am the one that called it in." I was thinking of course you did. Well once that was all sorted out, like 4 hours later, we were a little annoyed to say the least.
Then, about 1 1/2 weeks ago Brandon is in the garage working on his car and he could hear our other neighbor chasing his little girl around for 45 minutes, screaming and cursing at her. She was in tears and was trying to get away from what he could hear. He came in and called CPS which called the cops for us. They came and I don't know what came of it, but the cops came. I was so proud of Brandon for calling. He is so amazing, and it just broke my heart knowing that something really bad could have been going on.
Now tonight, which has put me on this rant. Brandon is getting ready to start up the car after about 6 weeks of rebuilding the entire engine. He has the hose in the radiator to help it maintain the temperature. The hose was just running, send water through the radiator and out the bottom. I went inside and the next thing I know there is that same sheriff from the oil incident talking to Brandon. The stupid guy from next door call the cops on us about WATER!!! Really!?! We were using the hose! Brandon snapped at the sheriff at first saying, "Come on dude, it is just WATER!" then he apologized for that saying that he wasn't mad at the cop, just that our neighbor called over water. Brandon thinks that it was his way at getting back at us for calling CPS. Good job buddy, you called the cops on us for using water when we called them on you for hitting your child. I'm sorry but yours is way worse then anything that we have ever done!
I love my house, I just wish that my neighbors weren't so close and rude. Have some common courtesy and talk to us, find out what is going on before you call the cops over something that a: we didn't even have time to take care of on our own, or b: to find out what we are using that is spreading over the garage area.
I hate my neighbors! They aren't nice to us and just end up flipping out before talking to us. In my mind you should talk to your neighbors nicely about the things they are doing that are upsetting you, but not ours. Now, the way that our town homes work all the garages face in towards each other so there is I guess you could call it a common driveway.
About 4 months after we moved in Brandon had some ROTC guys over building bookshelves for a few of the teachers at my school. It was probably about 9 pm when all of the sudden our neighbor comes out yelling at them. She is mad that they have been painting on the driveway area and that they are talking, "being too loud" as she put it. Brandon tried to explain what they were doing but she wanted nothing to do with it and said if they didn't stop she would call the cops. Well, sorry lady but unless it is after 10 pm the cops can't do anything.
Then, the same lady just about 1 month ago called the cops on us. Brandon had changed the oil in the garage the night before, then when he was dumping it into the containers to get rid of it he spilled a little, like maybe 1 quart, if that. He tried to clean it up but it was dark out and couldn't see if he had gotten all of it. In the morning when he left for work it was still dark so he couldn't tell if there was anything left. Now, I know that he should have put some stuff down just in case but it was late and he was running late and didn't have time to get to the store. I realized that I had the garage opener from his car so I opened the garage up around the time he would get home. 10 minutes later there is a knock at my door. It wasn't my front door though, it was the garage door. I open it, not sure what I am going to find, and there is a fireman at my door. He tells me that there is oil on the ground and asked if I knew anything about it. I had no idea. I told him the truth and said that Brandon had changed the oil in the garage the night before and that was all I knew. Seriously, there were like 5 firemen, 3 Eagle Mountain city trucks, a Hazmat team, and a sheriff all there about this oil. Sure it looked like a lot, but people had been driving on it and spreading it all day. I was home because Austin had the chicken pox so I had no idea. Why in the world didn't this stupid lady come knock on our door and ask me about it?
Well, I had to go to the school and get some of my lesson plans done since Austin was sick and I was stopped in the garage area. The sheriff took my name and date of birth and then asked if my husband was home, which he was. As I am pulling out that lady comes out and says, "Do you need my statement? I am the one that called it in." I was thinking of course you did. Well once that was all sorted out, like 4 hours later, we were a little annoyed to say the least.
Then, about 1 1/2 weeks ago Brandon is in the garage working on his car and he could hear our other neighbor chasing his little girl around for 45 minutes, screaming and cursing at her. She was in tears and was trying to get away from what he could hear. He came in and called CPS which called the cops for us. They came and I don't know what came of it, but the cops came. I was so proud of Brandon for calling. He is so amazing, and it just broke my heart knowing that something really bad could have been going on.
Now tonight, which has put me on this rant. Brandon is getting ready to start up the car after about 6 weeks of rebuilding the entire engine. He has the hose in the radiator to help it maintain the temperature. The hose was just running, send water through the radiator and out the bottom. I went inside and the next thing I know there is that same sheriff from the oil incident talking to Brandon. The stupid guy from next door call the cops on us about WATER!!! Really!?! We were using the hose! Brandon snapped at the sheriff at first saying, "Come on dude, it is just WATER!" then he apologized for that saying that he wasn't mad at the cop, just that our neighbor called over water. Brandon thinks that it was his way at getting back at us for calling CPS. Good job buddy, you called the cops on us for using water when we called them on you for hitting your child. I'm sorry but yours is way worse then anything that we have ever done!
I love my house, I just wish that my neighbors weren't so close and rude. Have some common courtesy and talk to us, find out what is going on before you call the cops over something that a: we didn't even have time to take care of on our own, or b: to find out what we are using that is spreading over the garage area.
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